Immortality

Many tiny corridors Hundreds of spiraling towers All mostly dark Omnipresent shadows, scared Away by sporadic windows Eternally standing, a marker For mankind to fight over

Blood runs down the walls Blood of men, women and children Soldiers and casualties, victims and murderers All united in a stream of blood Telling a story As it runs through the courtyard Pooling in places A cracked bed in others

The Fortress remains its own A bastion unto its own nature, never Bending to the will of any creature Many have advanced, some even To the rank of duke and duchess Many just fools at court

Immortality remains to be taken

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